The Season Of The Witch Is Upon Us

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Every year at this time, I stroll two blocks up Ridge Avenue to Gorgas Park.  There, I get out the two rubber stamps I had made, one reading AUTUMN and the other DEATH, and stamp the fallen leaves with them.

Such is but one of the many duties incumbent upon a fantasist.  I hope that yours are as pleasant as mine.


And as always . . .

I'm on the road again, off for a weekend of strange adventures.  If any of them seem suitable, I'll share them on Monday.

Immediately above:  Memento Mori.  Remember to die.  Because if you've never died, you haven't yet led a rich, full life.  Both photographs by Marianne Porter.

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